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HONEST, I NEVER MEANT TO DO IT. Alright, so Donohue lives there. Annoying little runt, you might say. Well get this, face to face Donohue’s not like he looks in the papers. He’s babyfaced right enough, but dead lanky. But don’t get me started on him.

No, I’d never do it on purpose like … I respect Abby, and the lads in her band. Not just ’cause they brung money in the area, but for the music. Twenty-odd year ago I was in a band myself. Nothing can beat that feeling—five hundred or five thousand people getting off on your sounds. More like fifty it was with our band, but Abby and co, they grow fans like magic—crowdsourcing they call it, or is it flashmobbing? Send a few texts and hey presto, dozens of teens show up. In our day we did it all with scissors, paper and glue.